Long Jittering Poems

Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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A laugh
can be more terrifying 
than a roar or a scream
in the wrong light,
In the long night,
Lunatic giggles
Idiot he-haws
Obscene chuckles 
When the quiet hour, the full moon time, 
Spreads its leathery wings
Jaw aching, teeth chattering,
Cruel...

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Cathode Rays in the Darkness

Thelma Todd is on the Late Late Show,
Brought to the us by Kent cigarettes, which refines and
Refreshes with the exclusive Micronite Filter.
Her still tragic life in the steaming suburbs knows no...

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This poem is inspired by Jeff Ripple's painting titled 'Stormy Weather'. You can find the link to the painting at the bottom of the page, and there is also an image of the painting uploaded...

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I looked off
Into great distance…
Little things
No longer distinguishable-
Those subtle differences
I could never name
Anyway,
Could never paint,
Stubbornly refusing
The prime of my colors,
Shapes and strokes
Of my pithy brush-
My mind a sieve
Of contours
And dripping questions
Muddied
In rivers of endless
Flowing debate…

It...

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Our farms are sick and starved and outgrown barns,
The earth is witted, breaking our spades
Tomorrow is stranded because today is wicked
Barking on our tears

These brothers of mine are strangers
They rage the sun in this part...

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Loyalty, Small and hard
I took it like buck shot
lodged in my heart

He left you for O.K. Tulsa I believe
You said he didn't know you that well
he didn't know you have smoked weed

But he knew you...

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In the murky dusk,
Holding lit candle in mom's hand, 
Ease less standing by my side;
Ready to move to an unknown place, 
In pursuit of job;
Held my hand, gazed;
Hugged me, kissed my head;
Dripping tears from her...

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a child collapsed cold in the garden 
talisman waved with the wind 
violently close to a pardoning-
hardening, molding the kin to her seam inter-winged 
horribly marbling volatile harmony 
azure veins fold under skin- jittering 
gently...

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feelings flood my mind as I speed,
at many thousand miles air flow,
hope is dwindling, would I succeed?
could be a case of touch and go!

white clouds look on quite helplessly,
jittering firefly rumbles low,
left engine smokes perilously,
landing...

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Let's convene and intervene,
The misdeeds of Covid 19,
I wish for a time machine.

Nothing could've stopped our daily routine,
Had we foreseen  this deadly scheme.
We'd hold the past somewhere in between,
Averted this evil ordeal,
So I wish...

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Living in fear of trou-de-loup
Jittering teeth as terror unfurls
Fingers of mist become pea soup
Unfamiliar with alien world.

Muffled sound hear dog bark
I think Hound of Baskerville
Vision has fled but fear is stark
Paralyzed ridged standing still.

Wendigo watching...

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Sitting here exhausted. Exhausted and drained. 
Exhausted and drained and beat.
I battled and dueled with insomnia all night,
And now I can touch defeat.

I parried with anxiety. I danced with turmoil. 
My mind was up for...

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no one sees them
as the veils begin to shift
and night falls 

ghosts begin their walk
high heels tattered and worn down
jeans stiff from two days wear
jesus dangling between their breasts
at the corner of a downturned mouth...

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Jitter Click
Butterfly Click

What I learned from a Professional Gamer

present tense
finger jittering

what?? in kindergarten
I was painting
     butterfly

               technique
no...

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I KNOW A LADY WHO IS SHADY
SHE ALWAYS STAYS IN THE GRAVY
HER MOUTH STAYS MOVIN', HER WORDS ARE CONFUSING
SHE'LL NEVER LEARN HOW TO STOP MIXING
NON FICTION AND SELF CONFLICTED ADDICTION;

SHE'S TOO HOT FOR THE SHADE
HER...

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FEEL--the jittering pulsating beat, 
          the burn along the fresh scars
          as below the perforated lines

BLOOD--begs to...

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For the thrill of writing to be exciting a reading mind…
by taking the time to write a rhyme in rhythm…
shot from this poetry imprisoned prism like mind of mine….
I’m tussling words like a busker busking...

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